Carrie Soto Is Back

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

My older self knows that you must stop—in the middle of the chaos—to take in the world around you. To breathe in deeply, smell the sunscreen and the rubber of the ball, let the breeze blow across your neck, feel the warmth of the sun on your skin. In this respect, I love the way the world has aged me.

“Eres perfecta, incluso en tu imperfección.”

We live in a world where exceptional women have to sit around waiting for mediocre men.

“Falling in love is really quite simple,” she says. “You want to know the secret? It’s the same thing we are all doing about life every single day.” I look to her. “Forget there’s an ending.”

I have always known there is no mountain you cannot climb, one step at a time.

And I wonder for a moment why I have spent all my time worried about losing things, when there is so much here.